Would the people in her life still love her if they knew the whole truth about her? Perhaps, but would they love her the same?
... at thirty-two she had less dating experience than the average high school student.
It wasn't awful to be a man's sex object if you wanted to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.
That she lived a lie. That she wasn't the good girl everyone believed her to be, wanted her to be.
I know we planned to walk down to Schubert's for burgers, but can we go upstairs first?' She raised her eyebrows. 'What for?' 'Because I need to be inside you. Like...now.
Moreover, you couldn't get animal sex and tight leather and sex toys along with something warm and comforting and meaningful.
Just like real sex, the touching was good, but there came a point in time when a woman needed to be filled - deeply.
